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Porsche 9-11 when I pull up Park a million at the studio for good luck Almost every one of my jeans are designer cut Bad luck, iron dove We sippin' drink out the pint and we don't even measure it Some of my niggas they rich and most of 'em some felonies I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top I'ma clean up like a mop, I don't want to fuck, I want top One in the head and I don't gotta cock it Niggas be flodging and they need to stop it Biting the lingo, these niggas be mocking Run to the trap just to make me a profit Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket Keep on the camera, they know I'ma pop it Amir on my jeans and I don't want no Robins Came out the trenches with killers and goblins 'Bout to go hop in the foreign, I'm doing the dash Sippin' this lean and I pray to the lord I don't crash We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask Now that I got it, you got it, you don't gotta ask Ran this shit up, I can't look at the past, got the task force on my ass Bad lil bitch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her ass Hop on the PJ, we out of there Overseas bitch with a lot of hair That is my nigga, you know I can't lie to him Letras de cancionesThis ain't no Twitter but they gonna follow him (SEX) Twenty bitches out of Magic (twenty), I'ma tryna teach 'em all magic (let's go) Ones bustin' out the plastic, got 'em eatin' dick, they nasty Ridin' 'round with the madness, got a tall bitch and she clatchin' Ready to pop your watermelon, ready to pop your melon Pop pop pop pop pop, forty mansion drummin' Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, forty rip your colored Bap-bah-rrah, unconscious, unconscious Dah-dah, two just 'cause I'm grimy, ayy We sippin' drink out the pint and we don't even measure it Some of my niggas they rich and most of 'em some felonies I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top I'ma clean up like a mop, I don't want to fuck, I want top One in the head and I don't gotta cock it Niggas be flodging and they need to stop it Biting the lingo, these niggas be mocking Run to the trap just to make me a profit Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket Keep on the camera, they know I'ma pop it Amir on my jeans and I don't want no Robins Came out the trenches with killers and goblins 'Bout to go hop in the foreign, I'm doing the dash Sippin' this lean and I pray to the lord I don't crash We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask Now that I got it, you got it, you don't gotta ask Ran this shit up, I can't look at the past, got the task force on my ass Bad lil bitch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her ass Hop on the PJ, we out of there Overseas bitch with a lot of hair That is my nigga, you know I can't lie to him This ain't no Twitter but they gonna follow him Niggas they bite like mosquitos, YSL Saint Laurent cheetah (slatt) Fuck her but I cannot keep her, nigga stay fly like an eagle Still do this shit for my people, still call that bitch if I need her Baking the K like Anita, and if that pussy got hair I can't eat her And I just hopped in a foreign, this car don't take nothin' but diesel All overseas I been tourin', I keep on meeting new people Pretty lil bitch and she swallow my kid, I was gon' call her my sequel Then I turned important, used to be making them plays in the Regal We sippin' drink out the cup and we don't even measure it Some of my niggas they rich and most of 'em some felonies I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top I'ma clean up like a mop, I don't want to fuck, I want top One in the head and I don't gotta cock it Niggas be flodging and they need to stop it Biting the lingo, these niggas be mocking Run to the trap just to make me a profit Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket Keep on the camera, they know I'ma pop it Amir on my jeans and I don't want no Robins Came out the trenches with killers and goblins 'Bout to go hop in the foreign, I'm doing the dash Sippin' this lean and I pray to the lord I don't crash We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask Now that I got it, you got it, you don't gotta ask Ran this shit up, I can't look at the past, got the task force on my ass Bad lil bitch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her ass Hop on the PJ, we out of there Overseas bitch with a lot of hair That is my nigga, you know I can't lie to him This ain't no Twitter but they gonna follow him From Letras Mania